Really? Really.

When you're a kid who loves writing stories and watching movies you can't help but think about the possibility that every day you live and everything you do is just part of some greater story that someone or something much larger than you is watching or writing. Your inner monologue becomes a narration of everything you do and every moment or conversation gets filed away for possible later use, because you know, you never know when you'll need them. This is when it starts to become difficult to separate real life from movies and for awhile, you think that maybe it's a problem, that there's supposed to be this definite line that separates what happens in real life from what can only occur on screen or in your imagination.

Until of course you get to Los Angeles, where you learn that (SURPRISE) you were right all along. There is no line and everything that "only happens in movies" can and does happen, at least in Los Angeles if not in actual Real Life.

Oh, Los Angeles.